Nothing in Return (By Cat Lalonde)
Hear laughter’s symphony
in a bluebird’s song.
Hear laughter’s symphony
in a bluebird’s song.
Something is wrong with me.
I get bored, and I want to start over.
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
She wore a large, black, straw hat with a red ribbon,
that’s what you first see and what you first remembered
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
Bored. That’s how he feels. He cuts his business cards into rectangles and proceeds to fold them into ninja stars. A trick he learnt from the internet on another slow day where he was just as he is now. Bored.
He is surrounded by shelves of antiques, years of history. Valuables, collectibles. Porcelain dolls once held dear by young children. The power and the spirit of the people who owned these possessions should move through him like a great wave. No. Instead he sighs loudly in boredom. Continue reading “A Doll Speaks”